The scene out my window is always changing.
Last week I saw smoke upward ascending
Tinted pink by the dawn’s rosy fingers.
White winter snow like wedding cake icing
Delights my eye, I forget that it’s freezing
Outdoors. Sunset comes early, soon sky’s like ink
Forms perfect backdrop for the traffic light’s winking.
Green, yellow and red constantly changing.
I know spring is a teaser. It hurries right past.
Birdsong and green buds, smells of the earth
Hold proverbial promises of endless warm days
To fulfill my winter’s wishes – as if they could.
Spring is a teaser.
Then “endless summer” fills up my senses – enticing smells
Of barbecue grilling and cheerful sounds of families talking.
After the picnics I hear the beep-beeping of garbage trucks
Backing as they pick up the trash. I hear the splashing
Of children at play in blue swimming pool water. Up above
I watch as squirrels scamper across a canopy of branches
In oak trees arching. I eagerly await their newborns to appear.
But then summer ends.
Fall. Acorns are dropping from oaks overhead. It sounds like
Artillery as they strike the ground. I hear the geese honking
As they fly somewhere warm. Nips in the air feel fresh and bracing.
I’ve developed amnesia of what they portend. Instead I am basking
In glow of leaves turning. Until they fall.
Writing 101 – Short and Sweet
by vivachange77For me writing and receiving comments, along with their ever-spooling threads, are the connective tissue of the Word Press Community. It affirms me when someone lets me know they “get” what lies beneath my words. I’ve learned things about my writing that I couldn’t have otherwise known. When I comment on a post I look and listen for meaning and reflect it back to the blogger. Intuition and empathy guide me.
And there is more. I love comments where another blogger and I find mutual kinship and continue in threads to “know” each other. After a while we comment and reply with few words like old friends. Blogging has opened up a wondrous new world for me.
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